Endless Debt

Something happened, it brewed and grew in the shadow, like a bud growing in the soil, bit by bit, it pried away the heavy rocks that were pressing on it, until it broke out of the ground, until nothing could cover it anymore. exist.

"Invitation from the Council of Sages?"

Holt murmured to himself and did not immediately respond to the invitation of Duke Spiritual God. He looked at the Holy Hub. While talking, several more towers were extinguished. The expanding Aurora Road further shrunk and merged into the giant tower in the center. The bright The glow wrapped around the tower, like a colorful fire.

"I think this is the original Duke."

Holt looked past the yellow-robed Spirit God Duke to the white-robed Duke who was slowly approaching. At this time, Holt's relaxed expression finally tightened a little.

The Group of Secrets is composed of many extraordinary families, of which the four major families represented by the Four Dukes are the main body. They control most of the resources and power of the Group of Secrets, and then occupy a large number of seats in the Council of Sages. .

The heralds will be selected from among the four dukes, and eventually the heralds will be promoted to members. Under this promotion system, every member of the Council of Sages is an extremely powerful high-level condenser. United together, their own interests transcend family and secret groups, and many members form the ultimate condenser at the conceptual level.

For conventional forces, they are a terrifying force that cannot be ignored, but in the eyes of the Bureau of Order, they are just a group of old immortals with empty power.

Holt is not afraid of the MPs, even if they are the Glory Ones and the Fortress Defenders, but the alchemy matrix they carry is still too old. They have no power, but they cannot use it to perfection.

Except for him, the original Duke.

According to the information from the Bureau of Order, among the four current dukes, only the original Duke has reached the rank of Glorious One, and he is also the only Glorious One in the Secret Group who has been promoted in the past thirty years.

Unlike those old antiques, this white-robed original Duke is an opponent that Holt needs to face up to. Not to mention, Holt also discovered that at this time, he was wrapped with silky aurora, just like the Spiritual Duke. .

"I guess... I guess our deputy director should be right there, fighting with your people, right?"

Holt raised his hand and pointed to the Holy Hub, where a large number of auroras were shrouded, at the expense of the Hidden Land, a magnificent city that was close to a standstill.

"It's strange. The deputy director is not someone to be trifled with. We can't kill him with some old glory men. It's people like you who should be the ones to restrain him." Holt looked at the Duke of Origin in confusion, " Why do you suppress us in turn?"

Duke Origin didn't say a word. He just kept raising his hands. A terrible feeling of suffocation enveloped every employee, as if a big hand was strangling their throats.

As his honorific title suggests, the school of thought that the Duke of Origin is good at is the Origin School, and his tendency is the same as Bologg's, which is an infinitely narrow subdivision of the changes in secret energy.

The ether gathered in his hand and turned into a beating white thunder. As the ether tightened, the thunder was like forged steel, and it was solidified step by step into a dazzling ether sword.

The ether that filled the surrounding environment began to escape, and even invisible shackles fell on the employees, sealing off their alchemical matrix.

Silence and prohibition create the most severe ether blockade.

Under the pressure of a glorious person, except for Holt, the rest of the power bearers and believers lost control of the ether and secret energy, which was tantamount to becoming weak mortals.

"Team leader..."

Evan whispered, even if he lost his extraordinary power, his hand was still on the hilt of the sword at his waist. As long as Holt gave the order, he would attack the enemy in front of him.

But in response, Holt just shook his head and stopped Evan's actions. Then he asked the Duke of Origin, "In other words, you have foreign aid, right? A foreign aid powerful enough to contain or even suppress the deputy director. , so the Council of Sages has enough energy to send you two to deal with us."

It is not wise to take action at this time, not to mention the power of the aurora surrounding the enemy. While Duke Origin suppressed Holt and his party, Duke Spirit God was also vigilant on one side, his eyes emitting a faint light. , the moment he looked into his eyes, Holt felt dizzy and nauseous, unable to lift his strength.

This is the standard lineup for suppressing the Sublime Ones. It not only blocks the ether but also suppresses the soul. Although Duke Spiritual God is only a defender, after being strengthened by the power of Aurora, the secret power of his Ethereal School is enough. Directly paralyzing everyone except Holt.

"Let me think about it, can you fight against the deputy director and make you a force hostile to the Bureau of Order," Holt continued to ask, "Is it really the Night Clan?"

"You talk a little too much."

Duke Spirit God stepped forward and punched Holt unceremoniously in the abdomen. Holt's body was slightly arched, but he didn't make any sound of pain and just stared straight at the opponent.

"Count the number of people and take them away." Duke Spiritual God said to the attendants.

There was a crisp metallic sound, and the attendants took out the shackles they had prepared and tied up every employee.

The surface of the shackles flashes with complex inscriptions. This is also an alchemical weapon. Their effect is similar to the ether blockade, but compared to the Glorious One, the strength of these restraints is too low, and the higher the level of the bound object, the higher their The effect is weaker.

Until now, how to restrain high-level condensers is still a problem for most forces.

The Bureau of Order is not included in this list. Since the scourge of this world, the herd-devouring beast, was banished to the Ethereal Realm and burned by light, the Bureau of Order has planned to transform the abandoned place shrouded in silent defenses into a new large-scale prison.

When he heard the news, Holt felt very calm and even a little excited. He was still a jailer, but the prisoners he held this time were much gentler.

"Oh? Is this your personal hobby?"

When shackling Holt, Duke Spirit God noticed that there was also a ring of shackles around Holt's neck. He knocked on it and heard a metallic sound.

Holt did not answer his question, but looked at him fiercely, and then suddenly launched a headbutt, hitting the Duke of Spirit God's nose hard with his forehead.

Duke Spirit God covered his face, blood dripping from his fingertips, while Duke Origin strode forward, placing the deadly etheric sword directly on Holt's neck.

The pure ether was restless, like a burning sword of fire, sending out scorching heat.

His voice was low, "Be honest."

"What are you going to do next? Take us to see the Council of Sages? Or find those shady things and bite us one by one?"

Holt licked the blood that fell on the corner of his mouth. He looked particularly cruel at this time, "Otherwise, you can just kill us."

"You are still useful, so you can still live."

The Duke of Origin brought the Ethereal Sword closer, and Holt could feel the pain of his skin being burned through. The wound was scorched together as soon as it was opened, and the blood evaporated before it even dripped.

"Oh, that's right. Anyway, the Condenser is just a resource for you." Holt raised his neck.

"Shut up."

Duke Spirit God came over, cursed, and punched Holt hard. He used the ether amplification in this blow, and the huge force penetrated Holt's flesh and blood. He immediately lost strength and knelt down, opening his mouth to retching. With.

"Team leader!"

Evan said nervously, they tried to protect Holt, but the attendants were faster than them. The sharp sword blades were unsheathed, and the sword tips were pressed against the throats of Evan and others, preventing them from moving forward even half a minute.

"I'm lucky, these people won't kill us," Holt said as he stood up with difficulty, "Whether they trade us to the Night Clan or keep us for themselves, we are more valuable alive than dead. .”

Holt spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his expression still as arrogant.

"I'm disappointed in you, Holt."

Suddenly, Duke Origin said such an inexplicable word to Holt.

"What's wrong?" Holt asked.

"I've heard that you are an arrogant guy. I thought you would ignore the gap in rank or the dangerous environment and attack us directly. But... it turns out that you just say you are arrogant." Duke Origin road.

"I am indeed very proud, and I feel this myself," Holt glanced at Evan and others, "But I am not stupid. I can survive, but my team members may not."

"So you gave up?"

"if not?"

Holt looked helpless, as if he was really defeated by the current situation and could do nothing but accept it.

The Duke of Origin approached again, with the bright ether sword pressed against Holt's cheek. As long as he pressed down his wrist slightly, the sword could split Holt's head.

The two maintained a confrontation until the Duke of Origin relaxed, "We think too highly of you. We should use more power to deal with Nethaniel."

Holt smiled and ignored Duke Origin's ridicule, but there were some other emotions hidden under his indifferent eyes.

Nethanil has already fought the main enemy force, so what do these people want to do?

Just as Holt was thinking, the attendant suddenly said, "Two people are missing."

"What?"

Duke Spiritual God turned his head and said in disbelief, "Who is missing?"

"According to the list, Borlog and Palmer are missing, a defender and a bearer of power." The attendant replied.

"what happened!"

Duke Origin glared at Holt again, as if he suddenly understood, "Did you do it on purpose just now? To divert our attention?"

"How could it be? We were captured by your Ether Forbidden from the beginning. You should know how many of us there are," Holt argued. "That is to say, they escaped before you came. "

"What tasks did you assign them!"

The Duke of Origin continued to ask, he knew that Holt was not a kind person, how could he be so helpless.

"There is no mission. They are not even my team members. I have no authority to issue any orders to them."

Holt laughed calmly. He wasn't lying. Holt really didn't know where Burlogo and Palmer were. These two guys from the special operations team always brought surprises to people.

Duke Origin stared at Holt. After a few seconds of silence, he issued orders to others.

"Sound the alarm and catch them!"

…

"Where are we going? And what was that just now, your alchemical weapon?"

After escaping from the shadows, Palmer pestered Burlogo and kept chirping. His voice was endless, which made Burlogo a little upset, but he thought that he had to take this with him for the next action. Guys, there's something that needs to be told to Palmer.

"us?"

Boluogo pulled Palmer into a shadow and said seriously, "Now we are the investigation team of the decision-making room and the imperial envoy!"

"Check... what to check?" Palmer still didn't react.

"What else can we check? The group of secrets!"

Burlogo shook his shoulders vigorously, "Wake up, Palmer, don't look like you're awake."

Palmer swallowed, and he gradually realized that the situation was not good. Sure enough, the bad situation still happened. What was even worse was that Palmer had no idea what happened.

"Also, regarding what just happened to us...Palmer, I want to introduce you to a temporary teammate. You may be familiar with her, or you may be shocked, but I hope you will be honest and stay sensible. ,May I?"

Boluogo said that he never doubted his partner's ability to work, but if he wanted Palmer to enter a serious working state, he needed to be given sufficient psychological construction.

Damn it, most of the field staff have some lofty ideas and are doing their work, but Palmer is an outlier among them. He is a pure day-to-day person, working and so on, just living his life.

Shockingly simple.

"Oh oh oh, keep going."

Palmer nodded, he was a little curious about who his acquaintance would be...Palmer didn't have many acquaintances.

As soon as the words fell, the shadows around the two of them suddenly began to squirm. Palmer grabbed the dagger alertly. If Bologo hadn't stopped him in time, Palmer almost pierced the shadow. Palmer's way of thinking and instinct seemed to be two systems.

A slender figure emerged from the shadows, and then the shadows covering her body fell away like rain, revealing a figure covered in hazy black gauze.

Looking at the blurry face and ruby ​​eyes, Palmer was stunned for a while, and some long-standing memories rushed back to him.

At the same time, a loud siren sounded in the towers, and one after another, the Sublime Masters jumped into the sky, searching for the missing two people.

Olivia sneaked up from the shadows and smiled at Palmer.

"Long time no see, Bologo Klex."

Palmer paled at the patchwork of pseudonyms.